Like a high schooler sneaking a dirty romance novel in school, I am sitting at work reading an article from the Harvard Civil Rights – Civil Liberties Law Review that my ConLaw prof recommended. It’s about the backlash from the Roe v Wade decision and how that helped lead to the growth of the radical right.
I LOVE this shit.
Above on the left is Cash. He was born on 9/9/09 at 3 a.m. He is our latest grandchild. He is the first baby born to Dylan, DTE’s middle son. Holding him is the ever wonderful Reagan, who is now 3. She and Ellie just came to visit us last weekend. Ellie and Dylan are full brother and sister, and this picture of their two kids looks just like they did. That beautiful, wise, sneaky blonde sister, and the sweet, innocent little brother. Uh oh.
Isn’t he just the coolest person ever?! I love people who read.
I feel the same way about Facebook. It’s good for quick updates, but I end up hating many of my “friends”.
I’ll do the blog again, but it’s going to be sparingly so.
So – what’s going on in my life? I hate my job. I hate the people I work for. They are petty. On the other hand, for the most part they give me lots of flexibility, and pay me not too badly, and give me insurance. So I’m stuck there, and feel guilty when I hate working there, because of the things that they DO give me.
And I love school, but don’t ever seem to be able to pull past the B- average. That annoys the crap out of me, because I’m smarter than B-. I just can’t give anything in my life the full attention it needs.
I feel overwhelmed and not successful at any one thing. I mean, if I were getting A’s in school I could tolerate being bitched at for not crossing my t’s at work. But I”m not getting A’s…so then I feel like I should at least be able to cross my t’s, if not dot my i’s. And yet I’m doing none of the above.
I’m doing tons of work on my self and my marriage. Back in therapy (myself) and it is hard and not something I really want to talk about. But it’s there…another thing which diverts my attention. And, in all honesty, it’s really needed. Exhausting, difficult, but needed.
